Chapter 1930: uninvited guest

In the afternoon, if Li Xuehao didn't say that he had to take a nap, Yoko Princess and the moonlight knotted him and threw him. The two went out to play with Anna and Veginia.
There is a "translation" of Yokoko Princess, Li Xuehao is not afraid that the moon and the flowers can not communicate with Anna, which saves his excuses.
Locking the door, he went out of the room.
He focused on the boy's body, and under his monitoring, everything over there was clearly fed back.
Li Xuehao "sees" that the place where the baby boy is located is a huge hall. The arrangement of the hall is only black and white. It seems that other colors have been swallowed up.
On the middle wall of the hall, there is a huge picture. The picture is a bust. I am afraid that it is the only colored thing in the hall. The person inside is an old man with a white eye. It looks like he is seven or eighty years old. I smiled very cheerfully and gave the impression that I was a kind-hearted old man.
On both sides of the photo are rows of wreaths with a variety of drapes. Looking at this arrangement, it is clearly a mourning hall.
The old man in the photo also let Li Xuehao, who is about to arrive on the road, bow, because the other party is the original owner of the jade, and apparently, he just "walked" not long after, so the layout of the hall has not been withdrawn. Drop it.
The pregnant woman I had seen before, standing in front of the portrait, looked at it silently. In addition to the baby boy in the stroller, there is no one in the hall.
The large hall is very empty and quiet, making people shudder.
However, the young pregnant woman stood in front of the portrait, but there was no horror, and some were sad and nostalgic.
Li Xuehao’s Yu Jian’s flight was very fast. After ten seconds, he had already arrived outside the house where the hall was located.
This is Chinatown in New York. The building of the house is a typical courtyard house, and the hall is located in the middle lobby.
Li Xuehao, who was in secret and secretly walked in from the outside. In the yard, there was no quiet figure. There was only a cry in the hall.
He hesitated a little, removed the stealth method, and lifted his foot toward the hall.
Walking to the door, the footsteps awakened the young pregnant woman who was sobbing and tearing. She turned and happened to see a strange and familiar teenager coming in.
"You are..." She didn't know who the other person was, but the vaguely familiar face made her think that she was a relative and friend who came to condolence.
"I came to worship Mr. Meng Lao." Li Xuehao looked at the huge portrait on the middle wall and regretted sighing. At the beginning, the communication with Mr. Meng Lao was still vivid, and he did not expect that in a blink of an eye, he was no longer there.
"You are the one... help me Yu Yupei..." Hearing his voice, the young pregnant woman finally remembered where he had seen him. When she went out for help in the morning, she almost collided with a man, the boy in front of him. Helped her to pick up jade.
"Yes, are you Miss Meng?" Li Xuehao changed to Mandarin, the young pregnant woman's black hair and yellow skin, is the standard Chinese image, the facial features and the portrait of Mr. Meng Lao on the wall have a similar outline, basically can guess To her identity.
The familiar accent makes the young pregnant woman relax a little. Although the other is a teenager, she is still very polite as the hostess here: "I am Meng Mozhen, are you from China?"
"Well, I haven’t been in New York for a long time." Li Xuehao nodded, which was the default.
"Your family and my grandfather..." Meng Mozhen looked at him hesitantly. What she wanted to ask was, what is the relationship between the other family's family and Grandpa? He heard that his grandfather, Mr. Meng Lao, knew that this young family, There is no kinship with his family. Perhaps it is the descendants of his old friends, who were sent to New York to mourn. It’s just a little late.
"Be a friend." Li Xuehao said one sentence.
Meng Mozhen felt a bit strange, what is "a friend", it seems that even friends are not, but since the other party came to condolence, she as a family, did not stop the truth.
Li Xuehao stepped forward and picked up the incense on the table. After igniting, he solemnly worshipped.
Meng Mozhen also bowed to him, thinking that he might soon leave, but did not want him to go, but asked: "I can know how Mr. Meng Lao went?"
"The doctor checked it, it was a sudden heart attack." Meng Mozhen said, thinking of the grandfather who loves himself, her eyes are red again.
"Heart disease?" Li Xuehao's gaze was slightly congested, and he immediately determined that it was definitely not a heart disease. Because Mr. Meng Lao had the blessings of his bandits, he was sick and painless in his life. How could he have a heart attack? There are only two possibilities. One is that the doctor has checked the wrong one. The other is that Mr. Meng’s heart disease is not
spontaneous
but artificial.
"Have your grandfather gone a few days?"
"More than two weeks." Meng Mozhen did not know why he asked this question, but he answered it with courtesy.
"That is ten days..." Li Xuehao muttered to himself. If he said this, he could still seduce. When he first entered the yard, he did not realize that there was a suffocating existence. It is obvious that the soul of Mr. Meng Lao may have disappeared, and it is possible to go somewhere else.
Meng Mozhen heard what he said next to him, and the alert in his heart was raised again. The boy in front of him was too weird. He said that he was a descendant of his grandparents, but he did not introduce what he called, and his attitude was not A little grandfather and friend should have the etiquette of the younger generation, but it is like asking what.
But the other party is in the name of condolences, and she can't utter evil words to drive him away.
"Wow--" the sudden crying caught her attention. She couldn’t care for this young boy of unknown origin. She ran to the stroller and cried because she couldn’t catch the toy in her hand. Baby boy, "Sword autumn, don't cry, don't cry, mom is here."
As he spoke, he picked up the little jade and placed it in front of his son.
After the baby boy saw Jade, the crying stopped immediately, and he reached out and grabbed Yupei, and giggled.
Meng Mozhen’s face was full of spoiled, and he forgot that there was a guest next to him, perhaps deliberately forgotten, so that the other party could leave.
Li Xuehao faintly understood her meaning. She also knew that she had doubts and warnings about her sudden visit. She was thinking about how to win her faith. A noise came from outside, and Mengmo’s face, who was licking his son, could not help but change. After a good son, he pushed out with a stroller.
Li Xuehao quickly followed, and he suddenly had an instinct. Perhaps the "natural and man-made disaster" of the baby boy is already in sight.